legend0007
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I love sex – I’m not sure whether I’m an addict, or even what defines addiction.
I need to play with my toy at least three or four times a day, that seems quite high but not a mesmeric amount. I guess we’re all addicted to that feeling right? I also require the touch of another man, his breath, his appreciation is intoxifying. I ache for it every day. Pleasing guys is what I sometimes think I’m on this earth for.
I also like writing about it, so it’s a turn-on for me to document the next few months changes in my life – as time runs out.
Time is running out so fast! I’ve been here at university for nearly four years. Almost forty-five months as of today. 1362 days. Ten housemates, four proper boyfriends, one family break-up, two spells in hospital, one married couple, three jobs, six threesomes, one award for my uni work, unknown alcohol and drugs, five half-marathons, an uncomfortable amount of sexual partners and zero gang-bangs.
Zero.
I submitted to the life of a bottom long ago; I had been wrestling with my sexuality for years before coming here, then with my preferences. I can remember it being an easier transition to think of myself as a top and that was the way of things with my first boyfriend, but I was broken into my true nature hard and have never looked back since. Up until now.
My body is changing. I always had a baby-face, and although I’m quite fit, my comparatively slight physique and short stature, my hair, my smooth skin, my androgynous look has tended to attract more masculine guys wanting to top me. But now I can see myself filling out more, there is more hair sprouting than is normal for me on my body, while that on my head is discernibly thinner even at my age of twenty-three.
As I start to look less like a twink, I’m attracting more bottoms than I did before. I have been a complete slut on dating apps in my time – I continue to use them, and the reaction is changing more and more from guys wanting my ass, to those needing my meat.
And I feel my own preferences swinging too – maybe it is just a phase, but I’m feeling more and more the urge to breed; as I write there is a lad walking around who probably still has my seed in him, put there only hours ago in two magical doses, the feel of him squirming, both struggling with and enjoying the feel of me inside him, is fresh in my mind, my bed still messy with his DNA. It was almost as good as being on the receiving end myself.
Time is running out.
I need to be gang-banged while I still can. I really thought this would have been achieved by now – all this time being available for use by any number of guys. I have come close a few times. My second boyfriend used to let two of his friends use me occasionally, and threatened to have them all round, but it was all big talk. My last boyfriend and I arranged group-sex – we met with three other guys and it was supposed to happen, but when the five of us eventually got together only two of them did anything substantial to me. So disappointing.
So that is my project: I am going to be fucked by four or more guys at the same time, with me at the center of attention, before I leave uni in July. That is what would satisfy me as having been gang-banged.
I know I could achieve this tomorrow if I wanted. I could easily message lots of unknowns on my dating apps, send a few pictures and have them drive here from all over England. But I’m not completely reckless; I’m paranoid of catching anything too bad, and don’t want people I don’t know in my house – other people live here too.
I have started looking, and will update on my progress. I’m currently doing things with three lads who are under consideration – these encounters will form part of these diary entries. Unfortunately I think two of them are bottoms, but they might be persuaded to top me. Getting them together will be the difficult part.
I also have lots of guys from my past that I’ll explore whether they could get involved. I’ll talk about my dream line-up I’m sure. Again, getting them together could be problematic.
I need to play with my toy at least three or four times a day, that seems quite high but not a mesmeric amount. I guess we’re all addicted to that feeling right? I also require the touch of another man, his breath, his appreciation is intoxifying. I ache for it every day. Pleasing guys is what I sometimes think I’m on this earth for.
I also like writing about it, so it’s a turn-on for me to document the next few months changes in my life – as time runs out.
Time is running out so fast! I’ve been here at university for nearly four years. Almost forty-five months as of today. 1362 days. Ten housemates, four proper boyfriends, one family break-up, two spells in hospital, one married couple, three jobs, six threesomes, one award for my uni work, unknown alcohol and drugs, five half-marathons, an uncomfortable amount of sexual partners and zero gang-bangs.
Zero.
I submitted to the life of a bottom long ago; I had been wrestling with my sexuality for years before coming here, then with my preferences. I can remember it being an easier transition to think of myself as a top and that was the way of things with my first boyfriend, but I was broken into my true nature hard and have never looked back since. Up until now.
My body is changing. I always had a baby-face, and although I’m quite fit, my comparatively slight physique and short stature, my hair, my smooth skin, my androgynous look has tended to attract more masculine guys wanting to top me. But now I can see myself filling out more, there is more hair sprouting than is normal for me on my body, while that on my head is discernibly thinner even at my age of twenty-three.
As I start to look less like a twink, I’m attracting more bottoms than I did before. I have been a complete slut on dating apps in my time – I continue to use them, and the reaction is changing more and more from guys wanting my ass, to those needing my meat.
And I feel my own preferences swinging too – maybe it is just a phase, but I’m feeling more and more the urge to breed; as I write there is a lad walking around who probably still has my seed in him, put there only hours ago in two magical doses, the feel of him squirming, both struggling with and enjoying the feel of me inside him, is fresh in my mind, my bed still messy with his DNA. It was almost as good as being on the receiving end myself.
Time is running out.
I need to be gang-banged while I still can. I really thought this would have been achieved by now – all this time being available for use by any number of guys. I have come close a few times. My second boyfriend used to let two of his friends use me occasionally, and threatened to have them all round, but it was all big talk. My last boyfriend and I arranged group-sex – we met with three other guys and it was supposed to happen, but when the five of us eventually got together only two of them did anything substantial to me. So disappointing.
So that is my project: I am going to be fucked by four or more guys at the same time, with me at the center of attention, before I leave uni in July. That is what would satisfy me as having been gang-banged.
I know I could achieve this tomorrow if I wanted. I could easily message lots of unknowns on my dating apps, send a few pictures and have them drive here from all over England. But I’m not completely reckless; I’m paranoid of catching anything too bad, and don’t want people I don’t know in my house – other people live here too.
I have started looking, and will update on my progress. I’m currently doing things with three lads who are under consideration – these encounters will form part of these diary entries. Unfortunately I think two of them are bottoms, but they might be persuaded to top me. Getting them together will be the difficult part.
I also have lots of guys from my past that I’ll explore whether they could get involved. I’ll talk about my dream line-up I’m sure. Again, getting them together could be problematic.
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Good luck with your love and sex life and your career path as well. But I have faith in you.
